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Food Therapy



I am a food lover and I strongly believe in Food Therapy. Physically as well as psychologically, our body and mind functions better when the stomach Is full. The first thing which comes to my mind, when I am stressed or depressed is food. I always carry chocolates with me just in case I or someone may need it. It is also scientifically proved food can work wonders. Even if it is not proved, I would anyway stuck to my theory. Being in a stressful marketing Job, Food is known to create wonders, gap bridges, heal wounds, clear minds and it also does a lot of other things. However, Even though I am a food addict, I have a really sensitive digestive system. I have never managed to understand or decipher what affects my system. Is it some hidden spice in the food or Is it gluttony or Is it some unknown reason. I have no clue. Still it does not stop me from gorging on food. One of my favorite foods is Fast food. Be it fiery food hot chicken and choco peanut bolt from KFC or Mcegg and Icecream coke in Mcdonald’s. Fast food works well for food therapy. Still every time I bite into a burger or chicken, My inner voice questions me about the freshness of the food and the oil. I always pray to save me from a stomach bug till the next morning. Not that they are not safe or hygiene , still the fear would not go away. My friend recommended McCain Snacks. I was little skeptical at first. Packed foods meant preservatives and food coloring. But the review I got from my friends said otherwise.
My friend was going through serious emotional stress and I tried pacifying her through various means. I then decided to the age old therapy of Food. I bought Mccain Veggie Burgers, A crispy coated vegetable patties made of a fine blend of fresh vegetables, mashed potatoes, spices and dipped in crispy bread crumbs and McCain Smiles, Mashed potatoes with happy faces. I wished they would bring back the smile in her face. I wanted to surprise her with a meal. I am not a great cook. Yet I took great efforts to prepare the meal for her. After munching through the meal, McCain proved really it’s worth. After some calories and lot of talk.  McCain brought back the smile in her face. Sometimes few calories in your body is better than a few pounds in your heart.

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